Behind Hollow Eyes

Once Upon...

Once upon a time, long long ago, there were gods and monsters.

The gods lived in a beautiful land, full of light and life. Meanwhile the monsters lived in darkness. They envied what the gods had. They wished to take and destroy the land of the gods, so no light may continue to exist. The war fought between gods and monsters went on for ages before the great god of life decided to give up their physical form to create a barrier, sealing away the monsters in the underworld. The other gods had to use their forms to repair the damaged world. Upon doing so, the immense mana the gods had recreated the earth and granted the world the use of their mana.

With nowhere else to go, the gods's spirits returned to heaven.

Thus the god of life's spirit returned to the stars, with the rest of the gods who's physical forms also perished. They then all became the spirits you know now, their powers barely anything it was then.

The children born of Life's blood were pure creatures, known as elves. Those who were born from the mana of all gods eventually became what you know as humans. As they were not pure, they locked the magical prowess that the elves. Most humans didn't even have the ability to use the magic in their bodies. It took a long while before the elves created grimoires. Only then did they learn how to use magic.

The great mother would visit her children. It was during one of those visits, she met a human who reminded her of how happiness once prevailed in the world. This most important human, changed everything for the great mother.

A child born from the holy blood, but also the blood of a human. A spirit and human.

The little star she brought back to the spirit world to protect.

Eventually the elves were no longer in the world of the living, their souls did not return to their mother. This had caused the great mother grief, only having her only shining star to comfort her.

This star burned brightly, casting away shadows and-

Dull eyes drifted up from the yellowed pages to see the children had fallen asleep. A heavy sigh followed as the book was shut and put away. The figure exited as quietly as they could. Leaving the old stone building, a small spark flashed as the figure dressed in black lifted the cigarette to pale lips.

Silver light illuminated the nun of the small church. Her dull seafoam eyes stared at the half moon as the smoke drifted towards the sky.

"What a dumb old story "